Would You Be Ready to Meet Putin?
Zelenskyy won’t walk in with hope. He’s walking in with dignity.VIKTOR KRAVCHUK
MAY 11, 2025
WOULD YOU WALK INTO A ROOM with the man who tried to destroy everything you love?
Would you sit across from the one who denied your very existence, while the people you swore to protect were still being killed?
Would you call that diplomacy?
Zelenskyy will. This Thursday.
In Turkey.
Face to face with Putin.
While the missiles still fall.
Our president asked for one thing. A ceasefire. Full. Unconditional. Real.
He didn’t ask for land. He didn’t ask for leverage. He asked for the violence to stop, just long enough to talk.
But Russia answered with 104 drones in one night, and they struck our cities while pretending to think about peace.
In Sumy, three more civilians died.
In Kyiv, well, same story. 3 years now.
Putin says he’s ready for talks.
But his idea of “talking” usually starts with a funeral.
Sometimes the person he meets becomes the next.
It’s one of the most dangerous things a human being can do. To meet the monster, while the monster still has the knife in his hand.
We’ve seen this story before.
Russia makes a promise. Breaks it. Lies about it. Then blames us for bleeding.
You know what this is.
Russia doesn’t want peace. It wants obedience.
It wants the photo, the quote, the illusion of reason.
And when it doesn’t get what it wants, it kills.
Still, Zelenskyy said yes.
“I’ll be there. Personally.”
“We expect a full ceasefire, starting now.”
“I hope Putin doesn’t find excuses this time.”
But Putin will find the excuses. He always does.
He doesn’t show up to talk. He shows up to stall. He shows up to control the script.
If he shows up at all.
But someone has to be in the room. Someone has to carry hope in, even when it might not come back out.
That’s not trust. That’s leadership.
Because Russia doesn’t talk. Russia deceives.
Every time we’ve met them at the table, they brought war in their pocket.
They signed “peace agreements” while printing maps for the next invasion. They pretended to listen, only to turn around and deny our right to exist.
Putin said Ukraine was a fiction. He said we were not real.
That this country did not deserve to stand.
So tell me, how do you negotiate with someone who doesn’t even believe you’re a person?
But at the same time, what choice do we have?
We are being attacked by the largest country on Earth.
A nation that covers one-seventh of the world’s surface, fueled by a fantasy of empire and backed silently, strategically, completely, by China.
Not loudly. But you know. We all do.
That’s not one enemy. That’s nearly two billion people, under regimes that see our democracy as a virus they must kill before it spreads.
And then there’s America.
A country that once led the free world, and now sadly needs to bow to a man who jokes about war crimes, calls our President a coward from behind a golf cart, and get applauded for that.
Trump.
The most cynical leader I’ve seen in my lifetime.
The kind who sells you out before breakfast, then blames the waiter for the price.
A man who will praise Putin for strength and mock Zelenskyy for courage.
That’s what cowards do when they see real courage.
They try to destroy it.
Because it reminds them of everything they are not.
So here we are.
Outnumbered. Surrounded. Lied to. And still, we go to Turkey.
We ask for a ceasefire. We say, “Let’s talk.”
Even when we know they probably won’t listen.
Even when we know they’ve used meetings like this before to regroup. To reload. To kill.
Even when we know the moment we pause, they’ll push harder.
Still. We go.
Because that’s what Ukrainians do.
Would you ever be ready to meet a man like Putin?
Could you sit across from the man who tried to bomb your country off the map, and still ask for peace?
Could you carry the weight of three years of war into that room, knowing that any handshake might be a setup?
Could you do that while your people are still being buried and and the sky above you is still screaming?
Because that’s what Zelenskyy is doing.
And whatever happens Thursday, history will remember that.
He’ll be there. Waiting.
What would you feel if your President walked into a room like that for you?
Because he is.
And not just for Ukraine.
But for every person who still believes peace is worth fighting for.
Or every nation that still holds democracy as a value we don’t have the option to give up.
This is about how we keep standing, even when so much of the world tells us to sit still.
You’re not just reading this.
You stayed.
You felt it.
You know that Zelenskyy is going to meet the monster for you, too.
That means you’re here. With us.
In attention. In memory.
In whatever part of you refused to walk away.
Thanks for not walking away.
MAY 11, 2025
WOULD YOU WALK INTO A ROOM with the man who tried to destroy everything you love?
Would you sit across from the one who denied your very existence, while the people you swore to protect were still being killed?
Would you call that diplomacy?
Zelenskyy will. This Thursday.
In Turkey.
Face to face with Putin.
While the missiles still fall.
Our president asked for one thing. A ceasefire. Full. Unconditional. Real.
He didn’t ask for land. He didn’t ask for leverage. He asked for the violence to stop, just long enough to talk.
But Russia answered with 104 drones in one night, and they struck our cities while pretending to think about peace.
In Sumy, three more civilians died.
In Kyiv, well, same story. 3 years now.
Putin says he’s ready for talks.
But his idea of “talking” usually starts with a funeral.
Sometimes the person he meets becomes the next.
It’s one of the most dangerous things a human being can do. To meet the monster, while the monster still has the knife in his hand.
We’ve seen this story before.
Russia makes a promise. Breaks it. Lies about it. Then blames us for bleeding.
You know what this is.
Russia doesn’t want peace. It wants obedience.
It wants the photo, the quote, the illusion of reason.
And when it doesn’t get what it wants, it kills.
Still, Zelenskyy said yes.
“I’ll be there. Personally.”
“We expect a full ceasefire, starting now.”
“I hope Putin doesn’t find excuses this time.”
But Putin will find the excuses. He always does.
He doesn’t show up to talk. He shows up to stall. He shows up to control the script.
If he shows up at all.
But someone has to be in the room. Someone has to carry hope in, even when it might not come back out.
That’s not trust. That’s leadership.
Because Russia doesn’t talk. Russia deceives.
Every time we’ve met them at the table, they brought war in their pocket.
They signed “peace agreements” while printing maps for the next invasion. They pretended to listen, only to turn around and deny our right to exist.
Putin said Ukraine was a fiction. He said we were not real.
That this country did not deserve to stand.
So tell me, how do you negotiate with someone who doesn’t even believe you’re a person?
But at the same time, what choice do we have?
We are being attacked by the largest country on Earth.
A nation that covers one-seventh of the world’s surface, fueled by a fantasy of empire and backed silently, strategically, completely, by China.
Not loudly. But you know. We all do.
That’s not one enemy. That’s nearly two billion people, under regimes that see our democracy as a virus they must kill before it spreads.
And then there’s America.
A country that once led the free world, and now sadly needs to bow to a man who jokes about war crimes, calls our President a coward from behind a golf cart, and get applauded for that.
Trump.
The most cynical leader I’ve seen in my lifetime.
The kind who sells you out before breakfast, then blames the waiter for the price.
A man who will praise Putin for strength and mock Zelenskyy for courage.
That’s what cowards do when they see real courage.
They try to destroy it.
Because it reminds them of everything they are not.
So here we are.
Outnumbered. Surrounded. Lied to. And still, we go to Turkey.
We ask for a ceasefire. We say, “Let’s talk.”
Even when we know they probably won’t listen.
Even when we know they’ve used meetings like this before to regroup. To reload. To kill.
Even when we know the moment we pause, they’ll push harder.
Still. We go.
Because that’s what Ukrainians do.
Would you ever be ready to meet a man like Putin?
Could you sit across from the man who tried to bomb your country off the map, and still ask for peace?
Could you carry the weight of three years of war into that room, knowing that any handshake might be a setup?
Could you do that while your people are still being buried and and the sky above you is still screaming?
Because that’s what Zelenskyy is doing.
And whatever happens Thursday, history will remember that.
He’ll be there. Waiting.
What would you feel if your President walked into a room like that for you?
Because he is.
And not just for Ukraine.
But for every person who still believes peace is worth fighting for.
Or every nation that still holds democracy as a value we don’t have the option to give up.
This is about how we keep standing, even when so much of the world tells us to sit still.
You’re not just reading this.
You stayed.
You felt it.
You know that Zelenskyy is going to meet the monster for you, too.
That means you’re here. With us.
In attention. In memory.
In whatever part of you refused to walk away.
Thanks for not walking away.
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